Wet: Whispering Cove, Book 2 by Cathryn Fox Read Free Book Online Page A

didn’t know better, I’d think you brought me here on purpose.”
    Trent let loose a long sigh and replied soberly, “Maybe on some level I did.”
    “I guess Freud would have a field day with you too.”
    He spun her around to face him. “What?” he asked.
    The second she glimpsed the raw need on his rugged face, her heart began pounding and they both knew there’d be no running away for either of them this time. “Nothing. It’s nothing,” she assured him.
    She breathed in his scent, and as the air charged, he lightly brushed her hair from her shoulder. His fingers scorched her flesh and she shivered in response to his touch.
    His gaze panned her. “Cold?”
    “Not really.”
    For a long time, quiet fell over them, and when haunted eyes locked with hers, she could see his struggle. Then she saw something in him give and heard the ache of longing in his voice when he said, “Katy, are we really going to do this?”
    “Maybe we should, Trent. Maybe it will help get me out of your system,” she said, hoping for just the opposite, hoping shared intimacies would help them move beyond the pain of the past and put them back on the path they were meant to travel.
    He dropped a soft kiss onto her forehead, and exhaled. “Baby, there is nothing I can do to get you out of my system.”
    She smiled, his words like a healing balm to her soul. She’d come home to see if Trent could ever forgive her, and as she stared up at him, she felt the shift inside him. Everything in his words and the way he was looking back at her told her they were on the road to recovery, moving on to the future. “Trent.”
    “Yeah, baby.”
    “I think you should kiss me.”
    And kiss her he did.
    He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to hers, parting her lips with his tongue. His kiss was soft, gentle and so achingly familiar and tender that it became her undoing. A tremble moved through her and her entire body shook from head to toe. When he felt her quake, the kiss grew more feverish, more demanding.
    Katy moaned and pushed harder against him, savoring every second, every touch. He adjusted his body and a low growl sounded deep in his throat as his cock pushed into her belly. The sudden rush of sexual energy boiled her blood and she too moaned without censure.
    Trent broke the kiss, pulled her T-shirt out from her jeans and ran his warm hands over her flesh. She palmed his muscles and ripped at his clothes, desperately needing to see him naked. He peeled off her top and bra, then stepped back to remove his own shirt.
    As he exposed his upper body, her glance raced over him, registering every detail of his broad shoulders, hard abdominal muscles and tight, lean waist. “You’re beautiful…” she whispered, taking pleasure in the hard man before her.
    Trent’s mouth curved as he pulled her back to him, and the feel of skin on skin, flesh on flesh, made her hunger for so much more. Desperately needing to touch every inch of him, she released the button on his pants and slid down his zipper. Trent sucked in air when she slipped her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
    “Oh Jesus,” he moaned, and pushed against her.
    “Speaking of hoses,” she teased as she gave him a light squeeze.
    Trent laughed and gripped her ass hard. “What’s the matter, Katy? You have another fire you need me to tend to?”
    She grinned and stroked him harder. “As a matter of fact…”
    “Let me see what I can do about that.” His lips crashed down on hers as he backed her up, closer to the edge to use the ocean as a romantic backdrop. He briefly pulled away, grabbed the blanket and laid it out. Then he dropped to his knees and dragged Katy down with him.
    “As a professional, my first course of action is to assess the situation.” He slipped his hand into her jeans and stroked her cunt.
    “Oh God,” she murmured.
    “Oh yes, I can see how this kind of fire can blaze out of control if I don’t give it my full attention right